What do you do when someone you like has the body of doom, but a face that would stop a NASCAR race?
How do you react?
Close your eyes and just feel the body a lot?
Do lots of “69,” so your head is always in their crotch rather than their other features?
Or just accept the fact that nobody’s perfect and occasionally God/Mother Nature/whatever fucks up big-time?
By the way, I’m deficient in both areas — but at least I’m consistent!